Chapter Twenty Five
~Ganondorf's POV~
Ganondorf stared at the boy, the Hero's brother. The boy was weak, he knew, and yet he still refused to tell him anything about the Hero. But he would soon give in. Ganondorf could tell that the boy would do anything to protect his brother. He hit him again and demanded more information. Of course the boy refused.
"Why do you even want to know about him?" The boy said weakly, spitting blood on the dungeon floor. He was shackled to the wall by his wrists, dressed in rags, bruised and battered. He would break soon.
"He plays a... significant role in my demise." Ganondorf told him. Why not tell the truth? It would scare him more than any lie he could come up with. The truth often did. "If he is allowed to live he will break into Castletown and the castle. He will defeat me and restore control of Hyrule to the Royal Family. I must find him, and stop him. If you don't tell me where he is, boy, I will kill you and then him in the most brutal fashion. Him, especially."
The boy blinked. "Link? My brother? My little brother?"
"Yes. It is his destiny, apparently."
"I don't believe that."
Ganondorf hit him again, this time in the stomach. "While I do have a reputation for deceit I can assure that I am not lying to you. Why not make this easier on yourself? Tell me where he is, and I won't hit you anymore."
"If I tell you, you'll kill him. And if I don't tell you, you'll kill him." The boy wheezed.
Ganondorf smiled unpleasantly. "Basically, yes."
The boy thought for a second. "Then I think I won't tell you. He'll have a better chance of getting here and killing you instead."
Ganondorf yelled in frustration and rage. He stalked out of the dungeon and picked up one of the guards by the front of his armor. "I want him taken to a slave camp immediately. Apparently concentration camp run by me isn't good enough for him. Do you understand me?" He hissed.
"B-b-but, Lord," The guard stuttered. "I t-t-thought he w-was of importance t-to you–"
Ganondorf shook him. "Just do as I say you idiot!" He dropped him, and the guard scurried off.
Ganondorf fumed while walking to the King's former study, which he had made into his own personal lair. He looked out the window at the Kingdom of Hyrule and smiled wickedly. Rather, his kingdom. Perhaps he would rename it Ganondonia...
That is, if he could kill the so-called Hero before he got to the castle.
Suddenly, his hand began to burn, as if he'd touched a hot stove. He took off his glove and stared at his hand in surprise. A Triforce marked his hand. In ancient writing the mark of the Triforce on the back of one's hand marked him as a holder of a piece of the Triforce...
Ganondorf laughed. It appeared the goddesses had just chosen him as a holder...
Which meant he now held the power of the goddesses...
His grin widened. He would easily defeat the so-called Hero now... What irony...